I feel something inside of me, it’s reaching out. This emptiness I feel within must be more than a hole inside. It feels as if more exist inside my mind than this world I know. I’m losing touch with what is real, I am sure of nothing anymore. This thing is swallowing me whole. I can no longer feel. The pulse that symbolizes life in this dying shell, the shortness of breath, it all takes me further away from this existence. Nothing is real; nothing exists, but what exists in this hole inside. This things swallowing me, nothing is real, no nothing is real, just enter into the void.